Chapter 33: Chapter 33 -The reason, I don't regret tearing that damn book !!
Classroom assignments weren't solely based on a student's awakened ability. Instead, they were determined by the choices made by the professors.
Each professor not only evaluated a student's potential but also selected them to be part of specific classes.
Seeing my name assigned to Class A was a clear indication that I'd be among the most talented individuals. It was evident that Professor Adriannel had chosen me.
Thalia possessed a sharp combat instinct and the uncanny ability to predict her enemies' every movement. Updated from novelbIn.(c)om
It had been mentioned in the book that she had become strong enough to engage in a toe-to-toe battle with her own professor by the end of her third year.
This demonstrated the professor's immense strength, as even with Thalia's exceptional predictive and intuitive abilities, defeating him remained a formidable task.
Even though it wasn't enough, here came 'Hursen Collins,' the Craten known for his immense strength but cursed with a tragic life.
He started anew each time without any recollection of his past, trapped in a cycle of dreams that often didn't come true, as our brains have a way of mixing things up.
He died and regressed, only to witness things in his dreams without feeling the actual suffering, making him one of the worst regressors.
As I stepped into the classroom, my eyes caught Thalia in conversation with someone, Rihane Valhale, the Dariant with distinctive pink hair that set her apart from the first-year students.
Her's abilities were shrouded in mystery. She had two inborn talents. The first allowed her to detect something about a person's body, helping her decide if they were evil or not.
The second, revealed later in the novel, involved her brother's tragic death by some accident.
A foreign soul from Earth had entered his body, and Rihane had known his true identity all along, leading to his cruel demise —The specifics of how she discovered the soul switch remained unknown.
But I wasn't bothered because she didn't know me personally, making it impossible for her to doubt me or anything of the sort.
Every hero had their own intricate story, expanding this world far beyond the confines of a mere novel.
Upon entering the classroom, my first instinct was to locate Zeph, but he wasn't there. I took my seat and noticed a girl with striking pink hair.
My intuition nudged me to befriend her, but a calculated plan also emerged. If I became friends with her, it was likely that Zeph would become involved as well.
I didn't want any more competition, especially not from anyone other than that cold-faced Hedrian.
Within the walls of this academy, I had a mission – to make him fall for me.
If that proved impossible, then he had to be eliminated.
After all, things I couldn't have were better off not in someone else's hands.
Valeriana's POV
As I watched the girl enter the classroom without the boy, I remembered she was the one who had shouted those ridiculous things earlier, which had piqued my curiosity about her.
I began listening to her thoughts, but I quickly realized I shouldn't have. Is she insane? I couldn't help but feel sorry for the boy.
How had he gotten himself tangled up with this girl? It seemed best not to get involved with them to avoid trouble.
My thoughts were interrupted when the boy finally entered the classroom and was called over by the seemingly erratic girl.
I made a conscious decision not to read his mind or even attempt to as I didn't look into his direction or towards him.
I had no desire to be associated with these peculiar individuals.
However, my patience wore thin when I heard what the Dariant girl said.
They were using my name in the classroom so openly, and it felt humiliating. How dare they?
I couldn't help but glare at the boy, only to hear his repetitive mantra.
I had to control myself. There were more important things to focus on, like achieving the first rank in the upcoming tests and exams.
I had ambitions to become a wise queen, and I wouldn't let these distractions get in my way.